Marius Silverstone Biography

I dream of a clear day,
smell of the soil wet from mildew;
first, bright rays of light
waking up ladybirds.
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We walked on the beach under starry night,
We swam in the river just before sunrise;
We threw dry leaves at each other in the park last fall,
I spread some blueberries on your face.
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Once again
I am running after
something I cannot really see...
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I opened my eyes
and saw
fear
blood
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Lessons learned


People, who were not great artist,
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